The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1887-12-02
THE GOOD Old TIMES.

Ane Albany journal.
. Farmer Blewitt was q little, dried
up, irascibleiman, andheused to wear
d red comforter around his neck and
red flannel e%ar.lappers on his plug hat
when he vent to meeting inthe winter.
BE was always ready to argue that
these modern times were awfully bad,
and thst,the good old times of q huns
bred years ago were just right. He
would deciy-invention and improve
ment, and say that the world would
be better without them. Hetook a
newspaper on purpose to count the
murders recorded in it, and tell how
bad the world had grown. He would
stand for hours on a corner in the vii
lage and retail his deductions on the
present and his regrets for the past.
! One day he had whipped the minis
|ster in argument, and, as he had had
his:dinner and the minister had gone
away mad and the women were at
work in the kitchen, he tipped back in
his chair, drew a red silk handkerchief
over his head to keep the flies off and
went to sleep. He had not slept over
five minutes before his son John came
in and said: " ~
"Come. father, we must get at that
piece OF wheat and cut it,"
Blewitt got up and yawned and FOL.
lowed his son out to the %barnyard,
where his two sons sat on q log filing
a couple OF sickles. "
"What in the nation are you doing
with those old sickles?" said Blewitt.
One OF the boys looked astonished
and said: 'Doing; why, we are get
ting ready to cut the wheat"
Blewitt stared q moment and then
said: "Why in thunder don't you
hitch onto that reaper and stop
foolin' with them sickles?"
The boys looked OF each other in
surprise but said nothing. Blewitt
ran to the shed but there was no
reaper there. He came back. The
boys had got over the fence and were
on their knees reaping'the wheat and
carrying it in gavels. 70 siissS
Boys" said Blewitt, "what DO you
mean by this foolishness; where. is
that reaper" 80
his father pityingly, and then tapped
his forehead and looked sad. E5a
"Nhy, darn it," said Blewitt, 'tyou
can never run them bundles througha
thrashin'Amachlne.dP 80
"Thrashin' machine, nrsaidg Charley;
Hwhy, you.know as well as I do that
I shall have to, fail this wheat odt
mornings and nights while going to
school this winter. What 1aiIs you,
father?'B 90 4zeil pa11 Sc ,
BIewitt, as we said, got mad easily,
and nov he lust hopped up and down,
aFlail it out; it must be thraslned
month" q
Gears, cars" said John, q, don't
know what ails you, father, or, what
You mean, know / shall have to
team this wheat down to Albany aud
sell it for what twill bring. Hereycu
come out talkin' about reapers and
cars,a and threshin' machines, and darn.
ed i'll don't believe you are crazy; SC
now.".. s-tr s4n ofte IS
Blewitt pinched himselfto see if he
was awake and strobe sangrily to The
house. = As he approached>it he heard
a rumbling and roaring like wind, and
he looked into the kitchen and there
was his wife spinning. Who-o-o went
the big wheel. and BleWitt sank into d
chair and yelled: "a
Nov. Maria, what under the cano,
Ply are you doin'?" t,s4 Ii.
"Doins?" said his wite, why, spin.
min, Of course. / must get out 4C
.yardssa 81 full cloth for you and the
nEaAef pressed fianne|
doth Q.
left reached Clear, up to
his sif06ldersblades, and the legs were